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No soppy excuses this week as to why I did not update. Nope, I was living my life, literally. My 18th birthday was the 12th so I have been partying and what-not for the past week. But college is back, which means two days without college: two days to write.
Chapter Fourteen: The Search Is On
As soon as Derek Morgan received no answer from Emily, he grabbed his keys from the side table by the door and raced towards his car. All of the lights seemed to be in his favour, although, even if there were a red light, Morgan knew he would have sped through it, illegal or not.
He took the stairs two by two at Emily's apartment, knowing the lift would be to long.
Heart pounding out of his chest, he rounded the corner to Emily's flat, preparing himself to kick the door down; there was no need.
The door was wide open, and, in his eye line was a fragile Emily, lying in a pool of blood, battered and bruised.
"Emily!" Morgan shouted, kneeling down to her and frantically checking for a pulse. There was one, but only a very faint one.
As fast as he could manage, Morgan took out his cell and flipped it open, dialling 911.
"911, what's your emergency."
"Ambulance please to 15 Rice Avenue, flat 4B."
"Hold on, Sir, what seems to be the problem."
"My work colleague, she, she's been beaten, she's pregnant. There's blood!" Morgan tried his best to fold up a coat from the stand and put it under Emily's head.
"An ambulance is on it's way. Now, can you tell me your friend's name?"
"Emily, she's forty one, she is twelve weeks pregnant." He blurted at the woman, "She has a faint pulse, how far away is the ambulance?" Morgan kept his hand against her arm, making sure she still had a pulse.
"They said about a minute away. Just keep calm. Is she lying on her back?"
"Yeah, I've put something underneath her head as well."
"Alright, make sure the door is open, they're on their way up now." The phone went silent, and Derek knew she had hung up.
The paramedics had him relay off all of the same information before putting an oxygen mask over Emily and getting her ready to go on the gurney.
Morgan looked to his phone again, and started the task of calling all of the people he thought should know.
"Hotchner."
"Hotch, it's Morgan, Emily's been beaten, we're on our way to the hospital."
"I'll be there soon, what happened?"
They began to roll the gurney that Emily was now on out of the room, Morgan started to fumble with his words as he tried to follow and comprehend what happened, as well as closing the front door and taking a set of keys.
"I'll tell you when you get here!" He then hung up, and began to ring everyone else that needed to know.
A part of him questioning where Aiden was? Should he phone him?
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Morgan paced the floor of the hospital, wiping his hand over his face in a stressful way. He had not heard anything since Emily was admitted, not for the lack of trying. Apparently they can only give information to immediate family, the child's father or her next of kin, who, happened to be JJ.
Of course, he rang the team the second the paramedics arrived at the house, all said they would be on their way in a matter of minutes, Reid said he would be on the next plane home.
"How is she?" JJ asked, in a flurry as she raced up to him.
Morgan felt an overwhelming relief, "They said they can't tell me, but you're her next of kin so they will tell you."
The second he said it, JJ raced to the desk and shouted that she wanted to know what had happened. A panicked nurse told her the doctor would be out to tell her in a moment.
A moment was not good enough for her, but a doctor came out a minute later.
"Miss Jareau?" He asked.
"That's me." JJ and Morgan with a newly arrived Penelope all raced towards him. "What's happened?"
He gave a sigh, and a sorry look, definitely not good, "Emily was severely beaten, we've checked her over and she will be okay, unfortunately, she lost the baby."
JJ put a hand over her face in disbelief, Garcia sobbed, Morgan just looked enraged.
"Do you know who did this?" Derek asked, fists clenched.
The doctor shook his head, "Miss Prentiss said that you can go into her room, she said you will already know who it is and you're FBI so there is no need for police."
"She's right." Morgan replied, "Which room?"
"9. Down that corridor."
They did not need to be told twice, and all raced down into the room. The girls both braced themselves, Morgan on the other hand, barged into the room, Emily almost jumped out of the bed.
"Who the hell was it?" He asked, she cowered away. Taking a steadying breath, he took in the sobbing figure of the woman in the bed, he sat on the chair next to her and held Emily's hand, "Em, tell me who did this to you."
She calmed her sobs down enough to mumble one word, "Aiden."
That was it for Morgan, he stood up as fast as he could, "JJ, watch her. I'm going to find him."
"Morgan!" JJ called, "Don't do anything stupid!"
"Oh, he'll learn not to lay a finger on her ever again."
"Derek, wait, I'll go back to the BAU, track his movements, I'll find him faster." Garcia told him, obviously wanting to help in any way that was possible.
On the way out of the hospital, Morgan noticed Hotch and Rossi.
"What's happened?" Rossi asked, jogging slightly to keep up with the pace Morgan was walking at.
"That bastard's beat her, she's lost the baby!" Morgan exclaimed.
"Who?" Hotch now asked.
"Aiden. I knew I hated him!"
Hotch then stepped in front of Morgan and blocked his path, making him stop enough for Garcia to catch up, "Where are you going?"
"Where do you think I'm fucking going? I'm going to find the son of a bitch!" Morgan yelled, pushing Hotch out of the way and carrying on walking.
"Come on, Rossi." Hotch ordered.
"What are we doing?" The old man questioned.
"Three people looking for this guy is better than one." Hotch informed him.
"Four!" Garcia corrected, "I'm going to trace his movements on the CCTV from the apartment. I will call you guys if I get anything!" She stopped at her car and then got in to drive.
The other three all raced back into their cars, and it seemed that the chase was on.
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JJ tentatively sat on the chair by Emily's bedside, trying to stop herself from crying along with her best friend. "Emily, I'm so sorry." She apologised.
Looking up at her, Emily dried her eyes and tried her best to stop the tears from falling, "No, I am sorry."
"Em, you have nothing to be sorry for." JJ told her, wiping some hair out of her face.
"I sent you away, told you I didn't like you any more, God, I've missed you, and little Henry." More tears cascaded down her face. "Aiden, he, he made me say those things to you."
JJ nodded, "I know, and it's okay."
"I swear he never laid a finger on Henry!" Emily jumped as the blonde's hand landed on her shoulder.
"I know, you would never let that happen, I know, Emily." JJ's heart constricted in her chest, "How long has he been hitting you?"
Emily paused, thinking, although sobs still wracked her body, "Everything was fine for the first few months, but about four months ago he started hitting me. He said it was a one time thing."
JJ enveloped her in a hug, "Did he ever do anything else to you?" She noticed that Emily neither answered yes or no, "Emily? Did he… Did he rape you?" The word came out in a choke of a sob, but she never missed the nod Emily gave. "God, Em. You should have told me!" She was now crying to.
The room fell into a silence, all but the sobs of both of the women in each others arms.
"Henry keeps asking to see you." JJ informed her, ten minutes later.
Emily smiled slightly, "Yeah? Tell him we will go out soon. I was thinking about taking him ice skating, or the cinema, or even swimming."
"Basically you're taking him to do everything?" JJ gave a small laugh, "He'll have a ball."
"May as well do it with him, I'm never having my own child." Jennifer Jareau kicked herself for not seeing this coming.
"Don't say that. You will, just not this time."
"…I had it coming." Emily confessed, after a moments time.
"What? Did Aiden tell you that? No, Emily, you didn't."
She sighed, "When I was fifteen, I had an abortion. He… He's only done this to watch me, and pay me back for what I did."
JJ looked at her in shock and sympathy, "Aiden?"
"No, God."
"Come on, Emily, you don't believe that." JJ wiped tears from her best friend's face.
Emily shrugged, "I don't know what to believe any more."
She sobbed back into JJ once again, and half an hour later fell asleep that way.
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Two hours. That's how long the scum bag that did this to Emily, his Emily was out there. Morgan had searched every bar in town, even began doing door to door knocks in Emily's area, all proved inconclusive.
Morgan now resigned himself to calm down and think clearly. Maybe there were some clues at the apartment that would give away where he went. Leaflets, or bar drinking mats, something.
The apartment stunk. He could smell alcohol from the hallway, when he entered, there was the unmistakable smell of blood. Emily's.
It made him think it all over again.
The panic he had when he found her. Laying there, lifeless.
Something broke, pulling him from the thoughts. A vase probably.
Morgan turned to look next to him, there was no broken glass. Then he realised it. He was not alone, upstairs was someone, whomever that was, Morgan was unhappy with them. Although, maybe it was Hotch or Rossi, maybe they had had the same thought as him,. Still, he did not shout up the stairs, for fear of scaring away a possible burglar, Aiden, or even startling a possible gun wielding FBI agent.
Pushing the door open, he was startled.
That sick son of a bitch had returned home. He was hitting and breaking everything in sight, lashing out at anything else all because Emily was not there for him to take it out on her.
It sickened Morgan.
It was enough for him to stop thinking with his brain, the FBI side of him told him to arrest the bastard. No, instead he lunged straight at him.
Apologies for anything wrong, I did make the address up.
Review and tell me how bad Aiden should get it. Should Morgan hospitalise him? Shot him even?